Hey I signed you up for a surrogacy, I've got a group of couples waiting. I'm gonna start you on fertility meds and stuff you over the next couple weeks. Give the meds time to kick in and get you ready for the brood you're gonna carry. I anticipate you being bed ridden after 6 months so we're gonna need to stuff your belly so you put on plenty of weight ahead of time.
Days slowly blur together as your routine of waking up taking your meds followed by multiple feedings throughout the day. Helping you finish each feeding when you can't continue, praising your growing belly, the soft jiggly belly, fat ass and wide hips.
At the start of your fertile period in between your feedings we spend the time fucking. Making sure to keep you filled with as much cum as possible, your body taking in every drop to use for the multiple eggs you have. You begin to enjoy the constant stuffing and breeding, feeling cum drip as we stuff your belly. Feeling your ass wobble and jiggle as thrust into you, watching the waves travel through your body.
Finally you begin to show signs that you're pregnant, it's hard to tell at first due to already looking 9 months pregnant with that stuffed belly. But your tits start to fill and darken, your belly begins to grow rapidly. Any attempt to get a count on an ultrasound fails because of the sheer number. As your skin tightens we spend the time lotioning your belly fighting the rapidly appearing stretch marks.
Laid up and no longer able to move on your own you are only able to continue feeding yourself as your body continues to burn through your stored energy. You massive belly now resting squarely between your legs and extending all the way up to your tits. Which have exploded with growth in the last few weeks.
Any outside movement sending your brood into a kicking frenzy, churning your belly sending waves of pain and extacy through you. All you can do is ride it out as I take care of you, pleading to be induced. You're close enough to your due date, yet I am hesitant to induce and would rather let you go into labor when you're ready. Who knows if it will be days or weeks, you might even go overdue for all we know.
All we can do is increase your stuffing and help you adjust to your growth, keeping your energy up for the growing mass of babies.
at 39 weeks, i'm completely bedridden with this brood of babies, unable to do anything but eat.
and i have to keep eating to keep up with the growth. the babies zap all the energy out of me, and since we don't know how many there are, we just have to keep stuffing my belly continuously to make sure everyone gets enough food.
but eating is a double edged sword. i'm ravenous, but the babies are too, and as my stomach digests all the food, the litter inside of me gets excited, kicking each other, kicking the walls of my womb and leaving me groaning between each mouthful.
i can't see over my massive belly, even while sitting up, watching as pockets of kicks spatter across the surface.
it's a painful yet pleasureful feeling, being so full and just getting fuller. i couldn't move if i wanted to.
we pass the time trying to figure out how many are inside of me, but every time we get halfway through, one baby jostles another and we lose count.
i'll only know for sure when i finally go into labor, but with the cushy life of food 24/7, i'm not sure when these babies will finally make their appearance. they seem just fine to stay tightly packed inside of me for a while.
only time will tell.